Reading and living 
Ontologically under-simulates the senses. 
Be furious w/ the proxy world w/ dog-food boxes, be 
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative 
Counter views to earnest alignment as one’s timing slips 
Beyond the prowess of floating unquietly, 
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice, 
“A voice and nothing more.”